Pleased To Meet You

"The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but BURN BURN BURN like fabulous yellow roman candles, exploding like spiders across the stars."

- Jack Kerouac

Let Me Introduce You To:

The 2009 Fall Tour Invisible Children roadies.



When you can't afford to purchase someone a gift, just dance. (No Lady Gaga pun intended there).

Love You & Me More

I watched this movie tonight, and while parts of me resonated with these characters, something else became apparent: the american dream is very real. Here in these United States there is a great divide between parents and children, as well as their ideals relative to success. Whatever I thought to be true about my own family and situation is far less tense than what these kids have to endure...

Today was a good day. I booked two screenings (a feat that seems miniscule but isn't), we did a photoshoot with the most precious gentleman ever - and more importantly - my team mate Myra got engaged! Silly. But the marvelous insight into that situation and the discovery I've found in this atmosphere as a whole is that there truly exists a great brand of guy out there; the kind that cares about more than making uncool things seem cool (fixed gears, mustaches, etc.) and having beers shotgunned into their filthy mouths. It's encouraging. It makes me want to be a better version of myself in some foreign way.

Some Just Whine & Complain

At the most random moments I find myself lusting for time to stand still, but when it does, I am plagued by this unshakable restlessness that I fear will never go away, especially once life returns to its 'normal state'.

When that time comes and I get too aquainted with city smog and the pollution of my own mind, I wish I could remember the sun (as I did today). It is bright and promising and the colour it puts into my eyes makes everything seem impossibly serene in the moments that shouldn't be. And there's the air too - a limitless supply - that no money can purchase or limit. And we need it. And I hope I won't remember to ask myself why it feels so damn stiffling sometimes.

But not now.
Now I am too busy growing and growing and growing. I can't remember the last time that I rubbed the sleep from my eyes without wishing I could run it back in. Do you know how refreshing that is?

I hope so.
I miss you all.

So Far's a Far Time From Home

Mandatory Group Jump Shot

Dig Your Toes In

Sunset, Pacific Beach

They Don't Look It - But HUGE Waves

Pacific Beach Cliffs

Spring Street, La Mesa

View From Our Villa

Grand Canyon!

First Steps

So I've made it- either honestly or willingly - and after a dew days of reflection and a handful of tears, I think I've fallen in love with this lifetime all over again.

For those of you who aren't aware, I am currently living alongside 60 souls who've really got something to boast about (but they dont, because they're humble). Together in San Diego, we're educating ourselves on every aspect of a terrible war raging in Africa as a pre-requisite for the 3 months we will spend on the road, relaying what we've learned to anyone with ears to listen.

It's remarkable, as is the various facts and statistics that are being pumped into my brain during 13 hour days, but right now i'm trying to adhere to the humility of this all: how a single strand of compassion is threading us together and igniting an unforseeable change within. Today the filmmakers told us to "Fucking DREAM IT!" through a heap of laughter, but then reminded us to be humble in our steps. The magnitude of what we're about to do is exciting and deserves applause, but we're not to seek it or even acknowledge it. We've a job to do.

On more specific notes, so far I've:

- Routinely woke up at 4:30am without awaking my 8 roommates

- Realized that dudes in plaid = yumtown

- Learned that Americans are fat for legitimate reasons

- Discovered that there exists a brand of food called 'Krusteaz'

- Gone to In N Out and realized that it ISS as fantastic as everyone says

- Enjoyed the San Diego sunsets and deemed them the best and cheapest visual stimuli around

- Reminded myself that as surely as the sun rises, I will miss the comforts of home

Here's a little something for all of you to feast on for now:

Untitled from Lauranne Boyd on Vimeo.

So It Goes

It pays (in more ways than one) to have sweet friends, and I’m definitely not lacking. However there is one in particular who comes up strong when she’s not bullying me or leading me into forests largely occupied by swarms of bloodthirsty mosquitoes. Her name is Nada Alic.

After the Northern Exposure roadies skipped town on Saturday night Nada and I navigated our way to Oakville in a beast-of-a-pickup-truck and entertained several big ideas that very well could come to light over the next year or so. Then we slept in her haunted house and woke the next morning to go to a church that wasn’t a church.

…Let me clarify. This place is a massive auditorium called The Meeting House and the premise of it is that it is a place of worship for people who have a hard time going to a church where the congregation is half dead or waaaaay too upitty (see also, Pentecostal). The worship itself is about 15 minutes long, the sermon about 45 minutes, which is then topped and finished by a group QA period. And although I didn’t necessarily find the flesh of this particular sermon to speak to me, the guts of it certainly did and an interesting idea was tossed out:

Be willing to be the answer to your own prayers.

It seems obvious, but I think when we acknowledge the sovereignty of God we sometimes get lazy in assuming that He will take care of all. I certainly do, and even when I feel like I’m being proactive there has got to be bigger strides I can take…

It was a neat weekend. I made the unfortunate decision to watch Twilight for the first time, and unfortunately I am now one of approx. 4, 567, 897 women who want to maul Edward Cullen to death. Rage.